The lights are shining are bright in my face and I have no idea what to do next. I stand frozen,
staring out at the black faces. I hear the music start and my whole body tightens. Suddenly I turned and
ran off the stage. I could hear the murmurs from the worried and disappointed crowd. But I didn’t care. I
kept running until I reached the stage door. I pushed it open and a cool breeze stung my tear streaked
face. I was finally able to calm down and stop crying. I leaned against the wall and sat on the ground. I
could hear the faint voice of the next singer on stage. I closed my eyes remembering the past five
minutes. I couldn’t shake the image; it was clear as day. The microphone staring me in the face, the
thousands of people sitting quietly, waiting. I could never go back and bear the shame.
The opening stage door interrupted my thoughts. One of the stage crew members looked around as if they were looking for me. I shrunk back into the shadows so they couldn’t see me. After a few seconds they returned inside and the stage door slammed shut behind them. I slowly stood up and walked towards the front of the building. The display screen featured my name, along with the other four names. This was going to haunt me for years to come. I wanted to leave so I could quickly forget this terrible nightmare, but my legs wouldn’t move. Standing there, I realized that no muted noises could be detected. The show was probably over and people would be coming out soon. I saw the front door begin to open. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. My legs felt rooted to the spot. Right as the door opened….
I sat up in my bed with a start, being truly thankful it was only a nightmare.
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